Stickier than Super-glue

Hi guys… so the summer was busier than expected! I haven’t been able to pick up my pen, but I’m hoping to soon! Until then here’s an idea of what I’m working on…

There are only two books in the Bible named after women, and Ruth is one of them. Even if she had just been a minor role who stood in the background of a Bible story it would have been unusual.
Why?
She wasn’t a Jew,
she was a Gentile.
Did she really deserve a place not only in God’s family but in Jesus’ family tree?
God gave her a gold sticker and a stamp of approval as she became the great-grandmother of King David and one of the ancestors to our Saviour. God gave her a personal invitation to the family reunion, even though people tutted and turned up their nose this didn’t matter to her,
she had a seat at the King’s table,
no-one could take that away from her.
Ruth didn’t have the best starting lane. She was a poor widow from a foreign country, none other than enemy terrain. This story gets off to a bumpy start, there was a famine in the land. Elimelech decided to move house with his wife Naomi and their two sons, Mahlon and Kilion from Bethlehem to Moab. They packed up their bags and waved goodbye to their friends and all that was familiar to them.
When they were living in this foreign land both of Naomi’s sons dropped to their knees and had big white weddings. Unfortunately things weren’t smooth sailing for the newlyweds. Both of the husbands took sick and both of the brides were left widowed, standing over freshly dug graves. On the day they got married they expected a ‘happily ever after’, but this wasn’t their reality.
Naomi heard that the famine had ended in Judah so she decided to make the return trip. She packed all that she could carry and visited the grave site one last time. Naomi told her daughters-in-law that she was leaving and they walked with her.
Naomi tried to sell staying in Moab to her daughters-in-law, and she did a good job of driving the message home. There would be little promise of a second chance of happiness for two foreign girls in a strange land, marriage probably wasn’t on the cards for them.
Orpah rethought things and decided to backtrack, after sharing in some tears she gave Naomi a kiss and a hug before she headed home back to her comfort zone.
But Ruth was as stubborn as a goat,
she refused to budge.
Ruth was stickier than super-glue, no matter how hard Naomi tried to shake her off Ruth wasn’t going anywhere. Ruth lived up to her name, which meant companionship, she clung tightly to her mother-in-law, as far as she was concerned they might as well have been joined at the hip.
This was a
huge
risk
Ruth was taking,
she had no idea what lay in store for her in the land of Judah.
The road was hard and the journey was long butt the pair made it home to Bethlehem safe and sound.
Her mother-in-law was so relieved to get home, out came her handkerchief and on went the kettle. Neighbours, old friends, and family piled into her house to give her bear-hugs and hear her stories.
These two women made it back just in time for the barley harvest and a summer romance. Naomi gave Ruth a gentle push out of the door towards the fields. The foreigner, fatherless, and widow were permitted to follow after the reapers gathering and gleaning the leftover grain. Ruth was a hard worker, people sat up and took notice of how much she cared for and provided for her widowed mother-in-law.
One day Boaz was out inspecting his fields, and he came across Ruth. It sounds like it was love at first sight for this man. Even though she was an outsider, from an enemy camp, Boaz treated her like a daughter of his people when he heard about her love and care towards Naomi.
When Ruth arrived home after a long day’s work Naomi couldn’t believe how much food she had managed to glean. This got Naomi asking one hundred and one questions without even giving Ruth the time to answer. Even though she hadn’t cracked a smile in months Naomi couldn’t stop smiling. She told Ruth that God had directed her footsteps and brought her to the field of Boaz, one of their relatives.
Ruth’s mouth hit the floor when she realised that he was potential boyfriend material,
not just that,
Boaz could act as a kinsman redeemer.
Ruth began to hear wedding bells in her head, but not before Naomi got her thinking cap on and had drawn up a detailed plan of how to get the two wed. Naomi got out the flipchart and marker pens, writing equations, drawing diagrams, maps and doodles. By the end of it Ruth knew the plan inside out and back to front, she had to get Boaz to pop the question whilst thinking it was all his idea.
Ruth took a long hot bubble bath, got dressed in her Sunday best and went OTT on the perfume. It may sound like bribery, it may have been, but all Ruth knew was that she had to look too good to turn down.
So, after Boaz had a drink or a few too many he lay down to sleep, unaware that Ruth had been watching his every move. When she heard his snores Ruth crept across the threshing floor and laid at his feet. In the middle of the night Boaz woke up with a start, realising that there was someone in his bed. Ruth told him what she wanted, spelling it out for him so that he’d be singing off the same hymn sheet. Boaz understood,
and he agreed.
Not the most romantic marriage proposal ever, but God was in it. Boaz told Ruth not to worry, he had to pull a few things together first. In the presence of the elders of the city Boaz said that he wanted to purchase the right to marry Ruth. In order to be able to have Ruth’s hand he had to buy her late father-in-laws property as well.
The next of kin scratched his head and stroked his beard, but he decided to pass, he didn’t want to buy into this deal.
So Boaz claimed Ruth
and Elimelech’s land
as his own.
Naomi was over the moon to hear that there was going to be a wedding, she got straight on the sewing machine and started making Ruth’s wedding dress. It was a beautiful day, half the country was invited, so many people shared in Naomi’s joy.
This faithful companion of Naomi deserved
every blessing
God poured on her,
her pregnancy was the cherry that topped it!

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